To say I’m jealous is an understatement, he’s got twice the amount of oddball fish available – most with “roman” noses, lips mounted downward, and tubercules, all likely spurned by the angling “blue bloods.”
Recently added to my blogroll, “A Roughfisherman’s Journal” features the Northeastern version of Brownlining; foam fringed tamarack bogs filled with voracious fish that would send a Spey caster screaming for his Mommy.
The downward spiral of the major fly fishing magazines continues unabated, driving the odd, different, and “off the beaten path” fishing into the Blogosphere. I’m a sucker for rough fish content – and it’s nice to see some other brave soul fishing the unpopular water, and liking it.
From the look of things Jean Paul’s outfishing the rest of us handily. For the honor of my state I’ll attempt my traditional pathetic retort – “Yea, but we got more communicable diseases in our water…”
Wander over and acquaint yourself to Brownlining, Minnesota style, he’s a bit close to the vest revealing the secret flies, but we can shame him into it.
Brownlining, we welcome aquatic hitchikers, zebra mussels, and rock snot – it’s what’s stalking us from the streambed that scares us …
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Ahhhh, you are much too kind. A roughfisherman does not deserve any praise for doing the things that he loves. I don’t fish to win awards or to hold any records or to win tournaments.
I fish just to fish.
Thanks for the shout out.
It’s the Brown Water Brotherhood, damn few members and even less invited.